Category: PA
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13 September: Flashback to June
When It Was June All the cherries fell.Not from wind or ripeness,it was hail and rain. A substantial cropthat nature emptiedfrom the crowded branches. Summer burns the streets.Doors. Windows. Open wide.Grannies on the shaded stoop. I bought cherries that day.Rinsed them in cold water,and ate them as if my own. Lips.Fingers. Cherry-stained.Stones spat across the…
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5 April: Poetic Asides Day 5
That Cat From Glasgow There once was a cat from Glasgow,Whose fur was as white as the snow,She’d purr and she’d play,All through the day,And her owner could never say no! Written for Poetic Asides Day 5. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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1 April: AprPAD and FOWC
A Foolish Limerick There once was a frog from PeruWho loved to sleep in a shoeHe wore a felt hatAnd beeped like a batAnd said, “I’m related to an emu!” Written for FOWC and PA “A Foolish Poem”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #AprPAD #FOWC #amwriting @midjourney
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30 Nov: PA & Twiglets #307
And It’s Lizard Couplets The house leaks light out the window, across dewy grass sparkling like small stars as heat ripples off the tin roof. A lizard stretches long on a stone, eyes the colour of burnt sugar, it’s as alert as an Aztec warrior. The bowl of water and melon I place by the…
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29 Nov: A Fox-Gazelle
A White Fox in Camouflage The wind is in the key of coldness. It barks as trees argue with the wind, starved by its conversation. There, perched on branches, winter birds and other wings, where birds know there is warmth below the snow. The trees suck at dark layers, the sun pulled up by its…
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27 Nov: Q and PA Day 27
A Poem Based on Henri Rousseau’s “Myself. Portrait Landscape” (from L’ile Saint Louis) This woman’s name is Clémence.She is Henri Rousseau’s lover. You must, she tells, Rousseau,be frontal, be primitive. Be the lion in your jungle. Dress yourself inbest Sunday’s black, and permit your feet to rise on pavements.Pause semaphores on their lines, and strike…
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26 Nov: PA & Q Day 26
A Particular Tree (Major Oak, Nottinghamshire) Beyond the iron gatesof the low stone wall,where the view widenson the slow rising hills is a model of serious trees. There amongst the birds, fields and things that arepermanent and unbroken,we look up at that tree as true and honest wisdom. Its limbs stretch out inthe morning sun…
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25 Nov: Q and PA Day 25
In All seriousness A boy asks the local halal butcher“Are you Santa, sir?” And the butcher rolls two fingerson his bristley beard, as if piecingmyth and faith into a jigsaw puzzle. He spins the rotisserie, fat rendersin long drips from the doner meat,and he slices precisely thin sheets. “No, I am not Santa, but I…
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24 Nov: Q’s and PA Day 24
For a Bear Called Cedric You’d poke it with a stickto see if it’s really dead,and if it grabbed the stick you’d not be surprised. He was made from a sock,stuffed with squishy fluff,and had a button in his ear, and you’d not be surprised if he was smiling at the moon, and sat on…
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23 Nov: NovPAD Day 23
Prose: Postscripts to a Story Once upon a time, my dad and I were a story. I speak about him in the narrative now. My dad was Swedish, but turns out that might not be so. My sister swabbed her mouth for an ancestry DNA test, and discovered that she’s German and English. Seems Dad’s…
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